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its all about me.

about love.

Love's not time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks or bends with the remover to remove. Which alters when it alteration finds, whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken. That looks on tempests and is never shaken; it is the star to every wand'ring bark, if this be error and upon me proved. Let me not to the marriage of true minds I never writ, nor no man ever loved. Oh, no, it is an ever fixed mark but bears it out even to the edge of doom.

Love's not time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks or bends with the remover to remove. Which alters when it alteration finds, whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken. That looks on tempests and is never shaken; it is the star to every wand'ring bark, if this be error and upon me proved. Let me not to the marriage of true minds I never writ, nor no man ever loved. Oh, no, it is an ever fixed mark but bears it out even to the edge of doom.

Love's not time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks or bends with the remover to remove. Which alters when it alteration finds, whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken. That looks on tempests and is never shaken; it is the star to every wand'ring bark, if this be error and upon me proved. Let me not to the marriage of true minds I never writ, nor no man ever loved. Oh, no, it is an ever fixed mark but bears it out even to the edge of doom.